Fragile, sturdy, delicate strands
Thinner than dental floss,
Astonish.
Seemingly invulnerable to rain or wind,
These creations-
The ones right outside the door-
Remain utterly untouched.
Intricate in their mandala weave-like way,
Waiting,
Gentle nets to capture nourishment,
Works of art by tiny creatures
Whose lives can quickly be extinguished
By unaware human beings
Caught in mental tangles of angst.
Can we pause?
Pay rapt attention?
What are we creating
That’s tender, resilient
Precious, life-giving,
Impermanent to
Our own existence?
It’s just beautiful Laura, thank you for this. 🌹
Thank you so much, Ineke!
Laura, I love it when you write poetry. It reaches in deep and touches my soul
Thank you so much, Larry. It means so much to know these poems are received by your soul. Really grateful, my friend.
Goodness me, Laura, you spun a web that ignited my senses. Such beautiful verse. I just love it. I will read it time and time again.
Simply beautiful and beautiful in its simplicity; but not simplicity of meaning, for it goes to unprecedented depths of consciousness.
Thank you, Laura.
Thank you so much for all your kind thoughts, Simon! Sometimes poetry reveals all kinds of layers and meanings. What I know is that this one did indeed come from the depths of me. I’m grateful to know you appreciated the beauty and layers. I appreciate you very much, my friend.